ST93 ... If i kill my beliefs i die

they are all illusions, all of them.

melting away by the sacred shores of liquid skies

If i kill my beliefs i die, i can only accept them, change them, rearrange them, manipulate them, but i can not kill them, they will just transform themselves. I can not eliminate them, they are me, a cultural construct, without them i do not exist and yet they are all illusions and i am conscious of that fact. They are my feelings, my intuition, they have created unique spaces of imaginary realms.. without them i am not. It is a paradox, a dilemma, the nature of man, all one can do is accept everything, you can not change anything, everything is of a creation, of a mystery one can never know, understand or blemish. Life is beautiful, disastrous, sacred, a mess, mankind is doomed to an end, likely - definitely. Reason tells me all this, reason is flawed also, all my knowing is of thought and all thought is not real, abstract, invisible, non-existent.

Happy to see you here, as vague as you may be, as clear as you may seem. We can walk together thru the haze of reality, images shimmering in the light, your voice so smooth and tender. I love your long wavy hair, your smooth white skin, your long flowing dress, i love the way you believe in things, your simple answers, your eyes are full of dream, i love the mist between your thoughts, the way you curl up at the moment of adventure. I love your timing, your step into the night, your innocent fear hesitating in the space between. Lets just kiss this magic for awhile, let the scenes step into our hearts, be the part, fall into that restless love.. this is the only reason i need to live, take me home, take me into the shadows of your water-colours, thru the sunbeams of your fields, over the mountains of your skin, take me to your home for this eternal moment. This is all i need.

across the tracks, over the sunbeams of your fields

I woke up, dressed myself of my character, let the memories flow back into my mind, gentle, up against the shore lines of my consciousness, the texture of my love wrapping itself around me as a scarf. I went out into the winds of the day, free at first and full of adventure. The clouds came up fast. I have things that need to be done, my identity is collecting itself along the fine lines of the existing situations. The day has begun. My integrity, creativity, my will to live all dressed up in their recent clothes, my pants full of exposure of the terrain, a shirt full of strength, a hat full of character; i joined in on where i left off and reunited with the dreams, all my beliefs in order with a few reprimanded and changing, life is back on the trail. I am a somebody again in this endless nowhere land of dream and magic. I love this life like a knife, cutting thru thought to survive, seeing whatever is with my dreams sliding thru the haze.

illusions of a somebody, two chairs and an empty table

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